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Tuesday, July 19, 2016

It’s night. Always night.- The Dreamer (Dreamland #1) by E.J. Mellow

It’s night. Always night. Dreams guard against the evil forged by nightmares. Infinite shooting stars illuminate a moonless sky. A city stands alone, surrounded by a darkened field. On its fringes, a man watches one star separate from the masses and fall. What survives the crash will unveil a secret centuries long hidden.

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Published: May 15th, 2015

THE DREAMER has been awarded a Silver for Best Fantasy/Science Fiction from the eLit Book Awards & a Finalist medal for Best Cover Design from the Next Generation Indie Book Awards.

It’s night. Always night. Dreams guard against the evil forged by nightmares. Infinite shooting stars illuminate a moonless sky. A city stands alone, surrounded by a darkened field. On its fringes, a man watches one star separate from the masses and fall. What survives the crash will unveil a secret centuries long hidden.

Molly hasn’t slept well since the night of her twenty-fourth birthday. Being struck by lightning might have something to do with it, but then again, her chicken did look a little undercooked at dinner. Whatever the culprit, her life quickly catapults from mundane to insane as, night after night, Molly is transported through her once dreamless sleep to a mysterious land illuminated by shooting stars.

There she meets the captivating but frustrating Dev, and together they discover Molly possesses a power coveted by his people—the ability to conjure almost anything she desires into existence. Seduced by the possibilities of this gift, Molly shifts her attention from waking life toward the man, the magic, and the world found in her dreams.

But Molly must ask herself—does something truly exist if you only see it when you close your eyes?

Faced with the threat of losing everything—her job, best friend, boyfriend, and most importantly, that little thing called her sanity—Molly will learn just how far she’ll go to uncover what is real and what is merely a figment of her imagination.

EXCERPT

I
begin to dream of something familiar. I’m floating over a nearly empty field at
night. A solitary elm tree rests in the distance. My body’s warm with light, as
bright as a star, and I move faster and faster, racing toward the tree. A shock
of penetrating, ice-cold water bursts across my skin, and I smack down to the
earth. My vision goes dark.

Gradually,
I hear movement around me. Feet stepping on grass. The sound of crickets
chirping. A soft, cool breeze brushes across my skin. I open my eyes to the
sky, my view partially blocked by the leaves of a tree. The part of the sky I
can see is streaked with white lights zipping past. I’ve dreamt of this place
before. I’ve seen this tree and felt this grass beneath me. I’m so at ease
lying in this familiar place. No pain comes from my head here, and I want to
stay like this forever.

I’m
brought out of my reverie by a girl’s whispers. I chance a look around to see
two figures standing at my right, looking down at me. They are both completely
dressed in black with some object strapped to each of their backs. One is a
girl with almost white-blonde hair and fragile features. From the dark
silhouette of her body, I can tell she’s as skinny as a stick. The other figure
is a man with short-cropped raven hair and two-day stubble, which, coupled with
his attire, allows him to seamlessly camouflage into the dark surroundings. His
pale skin is what sets him apart from the backdrop, along with the brightest
blue eyes I’ve ever seen.

Those
eyes.

I
stare into them, trying to stir up the memory that is swimming around in my
head suggesting I’ve seen them before. All I can currently deduce from the
rapid beating of my heart and the tense heat in my belly is that I must find
him attractive. And if anyone else were seeing what I’m seeing, I don’t think
they would blame me.

The
girl next to the shadowed man whispers fervently in his ear as he stands still,
arms crossed over his chest, studying me intently.

“It’s
a Dreamer,” he finally says, his voice deep and rich. The girl flinches at his
volume used but follows suit.

“I
see that it’s a Dreamer, Dev. But what is she doing here?” The light,
twinkling quality of her voice contradicts the vehemence of her tone. Do
they think I can’t hear them?

The
girl paces to his other side while gazing at me warily, her blonde locks
pushing forward to cast shadows around her face. Even with her features
slightly obscured, her beauty is obvious. I begin to wonder if this dream is
going to be all about supermodels, which would definitely make it a nightmare.

“I’m
not sure. Something must have gotten crossed on the journey to her landscape,”
he says while turning his attention to the night sky.

“That’s
never happened before. It’s impossible.” The girl puts her hands on her hips in
bewilderment and faces him.

Dev—I’m
guessing his name—shifts his weight and scratches his stubble-filled chin,
regarding me like I’m a car with a flat. “Well, it’s happened now.”

This
whole time I’ve kept quiet, and I decide it’s time to say something.

“Excuse
me.” I begin to sit up.

Dev
stands perfectly still, his face subtly lighting up with curiosity. The girl,
on the other hand, takes a step back, steadying herself like she’s about to
throttle me.

“Whoa.”
I put up my hands, indicating my nonviolent intent. “I’m not going to do
anything but stand. Can I do that?” I fix my gaze from one to the other
questioningly.

“She
can hear us.” The girl tries to whisper sideways through her mouth.

Is
she kidding me? “Of course I can hear you! What’s going on? Where am I? Who are
you guys?” My numbness upon waking here has quickly evaporated and is replaced
instead by slight hysteria.

“Inquisitive,
isn’t she?” Dev arches one of his brows in amusement.

I
let out a frustrated sigh. “Please stop talking like I’m not right in
front of you. Like I said, I can hear you. And I have a name. It’s Molly.”

The girl is about to say
something, when Dev puts his hand up to quiet her. “Hi, Molly.” He flashes a
lopsided grin. “What’s going on is that you’re dreaming.” He elongates
the word dreaming while wiggling his fingers as if he’s telling a spooky story.
“Where you are is in your dream. Who weare… Well, we’re
obviously figments of your imagination.”

E.J. Mellow is the Award Winning author behind the NA Contemporary Fantasy trilogy The Dreamland Series. With a bachelor's degree in Fine Arts, E.J. Mellow splits her time between her two loves – visual design and writing. Residing in NYC, E.J. is a member of Romance Writers of America and their Fantasy, Futuristic & Paranormal Chapter. She has no animals but loves those who do.

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